> The turbolift ride down to Customs did not take long. He saw Lt. Thompson
> and made his way over to the younger officer. "What can I do for you,
> Lieutenant?"
>
> "Commander, thank you for comming. There is a Bajoran in the interview
room
> over there {he indicates a room just down the hall}, and it appears that
> some of his paper work is not quite right. He has all of it, but not
> certain authorizations are required for carrying certain controlled
> subatances. Here is where it gets sticky. This Bajoran is a member of
the
> diplomatic mission from Bajor. He has certain diplomatic immunity because
> of that. The Bajoran Ambassador, while being very promenient, is also
very
> anxious to get this representative through Customs quickly. That is why I
> have been called. I was hoping that you could help, in your role as
station
> XO, to ease this situation without drawing too much attention from the
large
> contingent of press or brass. If you know what I mean...."
>
> The Trill nodded. to indicate that he understood. Remembering what he had
> heard in Ops about the current status of some of the investigations, Dais
> decided to get a little bit more information before going to talk with the
> Barjoran diplomats. "What controlled substances were in the Bajoran's
> custody?"
>
> "Well, sir that is part of the problem. We can not search him, at least
not
> legally. Now, when I got here Customs had searched his bags, which is
> perfectly legal. However they were in the process of searching his
person,
> and I ordered that stopped at once. I did not want to proceed any further
> down the road to a major diplomatic incident without seeing if there was a
> way to prevent it. If you know what I mean.
>
> That being said he does have a couple of bottles of contraband liquor on
> him, and a personal weapon. The booze is a non issue for a diplomat. A
> minor thing not to be worried about, but the weapon... we can confiscate
> that, and he can go on his way. A no no, but nothing to make a big deal
> over. Customs is trying to make a deal of it though... Now the other
> item... well, that is on his person. Customs scanned it, and knows what
it
> is but is not willing to share information. Particularily with me since I
> stopped their search."
>
> "What was the item? I know that we cannot do anything about it since the
> search was an illegal one, but I would like to know what I am dealing
with."
>
"The Customs officers would not give that information to me, but
perhaps they woudl give it to you. I mean, sir, it is not difficult to
ignore an officer from diplomatic affairs, but it is another thing to ignore
the station XO. Particularily when you can exercise Starfleet's rights to
take jurisdiction in the matter."
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>
> "Is there any way to confirm whether his paperwork is valid?"
>
> "Oh that I have done. His paper work is all set as a diplomat. He
thought
> that he could get the personal weapon (aka a tasser like device, stun
only)
> through with the paper work he has as he is carring sensative documents
for
> the Bajoran Ambassador. If he turns over the tasser he shold be able to
go
> free. From what I can tell, that is why Customs is detaining him."
>
> (skip ahead a little so as not to slow things down too much)
>
> After getting all the information he thought he needed, Dais thanked the
> Lieutenant before heading toward the interview room in which the Bajoran
was
> being held. He had to admit that this was going to be his first time
> dealing with Diplomatic Immunity, but he was sure that this was not going
to
> be the last time.
>
> "I would like to start by welcoming you to Spacedock," stated the Trill
> simply.
>
> "Thank you, Commander." the Bajoran said quite unhappily.
>
> Thompson was in tow, as diplomatic affairs officer. Also in the room were
a
> pair of Customs officers.
>
> "I am Commander Jonar Dais, Executive Officer of the station."
>
"Good day Commander. Lieutenant." the Bajoran said obviously not
happy that he had been detained, questioned, and searched.
>
> "Well, I think that we can resolve this situation fairly quickly. I
> apologize for our overly diligent Customs officers. I hope that you have
> not been inconvenienced too much by all of this. the fact of the matter
is
> that the only problem we have here is your personal weapon. From what I
> understand, it was through your own admission that customs gained
knowledge
> of the weapon."
>
"And he was acting suspicious." added one of the Customs agents
dryly.
>
> "I believe that I have a resolution to this problem, sir. If you turn the
> weapon over to our custody, I will turn it over to Security, where it will
> remain until you are ready to leave the station. At that time, the weapon
> will be returned to you as you go upon yout merry way." Dais realized
that
> this was probably not the normal procedure, but it could prevent the
Bajoran
> from making a big fuss that could capture the attention of the press.
>
The Customs officers rolled their eyes. This was not a good idea to
them.
"I think that would be acceptable, Commander." the Bajoran replied.
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